Chapter 716 Nothing to Do with Her
"You can punish me however you want. I don't care. But Desiree, please, don't ignore me," Harold begged, his voice cracking.
He'd never stooped this low for anyone before. Not even the toughest clients made him go this far. Only Desiree could make him give up everything, but losing her? That was too unbearable.
Desiree just wanted to walk away. But hearing Harold's voice, she felt her eyes fill with tears, and it felt like her feet were glued to the ground.
She shook her head, not daring to look back at Harold, afraid that if she did, she'd never be able to leave.
"Harold, we're done. Even if we have to meet, it shouldn't be here," she said.
"Even if we're done, we can start over. I don't believe you don't have feelings for me," Harold insisted, stubborn as ever.
Desiree could call him shameless or accuse him of pestering her, he didn't care. As long as he could win her back, being scolded didn't matter.
"We can't start over. The baby is gone, and a few days ago, I got drunk at a bar, I..." Desiree almost let the truth slip but stopped herself.
She had already slept with Daryl, and it was like a thorn in her heart, deeply embedded.
They were already at the point of divorce. Why did she feel the need to explain so much? Besides, if Harold ever found out, he'd surely despise her, thinking she was reckless.
Actually, Desiree despised herself. On one hand, she wanted to cut ties with Harold, but on the other, she feared he would despise her.
Love really did hurt.
"I know you got drunk at the bar. We went to the same bar that night, and I saw you. You were..." Harold started.
"Enough," Desiree interrupted him, terrified of what he might say next. She had no idea what Harold had seen, and she dreaded the answer.
"Desiree, am I really that despicable to you?" Harold felt particularly bitter now.
That night was unforgettable for him, but it was clear that Desiree didn't even want to remember it, let alone reconcile.
Hearing his words, Desiree said nothing. She thought the truly despicable person was herself, not Harold.
These days, she had wished countless times that the person with her that night had been Harold. But a wish could never become reality.
She walked away like a zombie, and Harold's gaze stayed on her back. He stood on the street, not knowing how long he'd been there, until an elderly woman passing by asked him, "Why are you standing here alone? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"
Harold shook his head and replied, "It's much more serious than that."
They were already at the point of divorce, and Desiree didn't even want to look at him, let alone talk to him.
The elderly woman's face turned serious, and she said, "Oh dear, you look like you've been standing here for a long time, and she still doesn't want to see you. I've been through this, and I have some advice."
Harold instinctively thought she was going to advise him to give up. If it were someone else standing here, he might have said the same thing. But only those involved knew that love wasn't just dust that could be blown away by the wind.
What he didn't expect was that the elderly woman wasn't advising him to give up. She said, "When I was young, I chased after my husband. He didn't like me, and neither did his family. They thought I was just a country girl, uncultured and crude. But so what? I knew I liked him and was determined to be with him. I pursued him for a long time, and in the end, I got him."
As she said this, the elderly woman smiled, her eyes crinkling with joy.
Harold instinctively asked, "And after you got together, did his family still treat you the same way?"
"Of course not. Parents just want their kids to find a good partner, they're not trying to cause trouble. After we got married, they treated me like their own daughter and even let me manage the family's money. Even if his family made things difficult for me, I wasn't afraid. Do you think I couldn't outlive them? I'm not bragging, but I'll live to be at least ninety-nine!" the elderly woman straightened her back, her tone filled with pride.
Harold felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He knew Liam and Tessa were good people. They opposed the marriage before, but after the wedding, they would give their blessings and wouldn't cause trouble.
As for Ember, her health was so poor, and she had already had one surgery. Even if she was firmly opposed now, how long could she keep it up?
At worst, Harold could just put on an act when visiting Ember in the hospital.
"Thank you for telling me all this," Harold sincerely thanked the elderly woman.
The elderly woman shook her head and responded, "No need to thank me. I just think it's a shame for someone as handsome as you to miss out on true love. My husband was handsome too. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have pursued him!"
Now Harold didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was indeed confident in his looks, especially when he wore a suit and glasses. Desiree loved that look the most.
It seemed he needed to pay attention to his appearance, at least to make Desiree not despise him as much as she did now!
Meanwhile, Desiree didn't go home immediately after eating. If Harold was still waiting downstairs, going back now would be walking into a trap. So she went to a nearby mall to wander around.
Seeing couples around her hugging and holding hands, she felt all the excitement had nothing to do with her. Alone, she was disconnected from their joy.
She found a spot to sit down, and suddenly, a college girl with a backpack approached her, speaking nervously, "Hi, would you like to know about our travel agency? We offer both short and long trips at very reasonable prices."
"A travel agency?" The idea intrigued Desiree.
She took the flyer from the college girl. If she could go somewhere far away, see different scenery, and clear her mind, it would be better than staying at home.
Noticing her interest, the college student continued to explain the services.
Desiree listened patiently and then asked, "I'd like to join a tour group. Do you have any trips starting soon?"
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